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Mine was the role of the oilcan in making the machinery clunk around.
Mine was the role of the oilcan in making the machinery clunk around.
The buttocks are the most aesthetically pleasing part of the body because they are non-functional. Although they conceal an essential read more
The buttocks are the most aesthetically pleasing part of the body because they are non-functional. Although they conceal an essential orifice, these pointless globes are as near as the human form can ever come to abstract art.
Art is... a question mark in the minds of those who want to know what's happening.
Art is... a question mark in the minds of those who want to know what's happening.
The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist.
The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist.
You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink read more
You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.
I think that one of the qualifications of artists should be a vow of celibacy. They should be confined to read more
I think that one of the qualifications of artists should be a vow of celibacy. They should be confined to ruining only their own lives.
Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.
Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.
Art need no longer be an account of past sensations. It can become the direct organization of more highly evolved read more
Art need no longer be an account of past sensations. It can become the direct organization of more highly evolved sensations. It is a question of producing ourselves, not things that enslave us.
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid read more
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
